I Became the Male Lead’s Adopted Daughter

Ferio could still vividly recall the top of the orphanage director’s desk.

A bottle of whiskey on a desk meant to care for children—in broad daylight.

“The kind of bastard who squandered the operating budget on his liquor and entertainment... Why didn’t he even contact me after seeing you, Leo?”

“......”

“If he had, he could’ve gotten a lot of money.”

Ferio, saying this as if it were obvious, gently nuzzled Leonia’s cheek with his nose.

Then, quietly, their eyes met.

As expected, his heartbreakingly clever daughter had finally realized it—her origins and the orphanage were deeply connected.

The warmth touching him was cold, and the fine hairs on her face were standing on end.

Her usually shimmering black eyes had lost their light.

Leonia was more tense than ever before.

The little beast cub, caught revealing her shaken state, buried her face into the shoulder of the beast that was her father, as if to flee.